OLD AND NEW
OLD AND NEW
Time tickles me
It Scores my flesh
Its scars seem concealed
But are forever in my view
Both old and new
Time cuddles me
Teaching me from things of youth
Not letting me forget my worth, or rather lack of
Punishing me
By both old and new
Time steals from me
Squandering my youth
Tricking me by selling me age
Age which it calls freedom
But never letting me go
In its imprisoment time is sure to guard me
And not let me escape
Torturing me
A wound a day
A billion wounds and still I cannot forget the old
Layer upon layer
Fold upon fold
Of the old and new
By H. C. Chipangura
